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 Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:35 am
I know I already have a quest thread up, but I wanted to add this one anyway. Hopefully Spica doesn't mind~
Below is a story of my cat that I had for less than a year, but he made a huge impact on my life and was torn from my hands violently by a disease that he'd had his entire life.
You're welcome to share stories, and comment on my cat's story, but please nothing harsh on my or anyone else's stories.
This idea was taken from Swirly, who said I could use the idea. <3
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:49 am
This was Bae the first day we got him. He was eating my friend's cat's toy, and had already run head-long into a few walls and couches. Probably why he wasn't the most intelligent cat in the world, but whatever, we loved him anyway.
We actually set out to petsmart to get a rat for girlfriend's rat, since her companion had just died. A week earlier we had come to petsmart for the same reason and found a little kitten named 'Sleepy' that was, obviously, sleeping in a cage near the front. He was tiny and lovey, but we were just about to move so we hadn't picked him up and bought him...that and we didn't have much money.
So when we came back I had extra money--in the car, Anarchy had said if that kitten was still there we should get him, because it would be sad if a kitten had stayed in that store for a long time. Lo and behold, there he was, and before Anarchy could say no I handed over the money and started shopping for his accessories...toys like crazy, food, his white and red zebra-stripe collar. He was so tiny he could slip out of it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 12:03 pm
Bae was always a lovey little thing. As a kitten he only wanted to be around me and my roommates, and when we left he'd throw a fit about it. He slept with us every night and would eat like crazy whenever food was put out. He got chubby quickly and was given a good bill of health after we took him to the vet.
Being happy and healthy, he went through a lot in our new home--I had just moved into a townhome with a few of my highschool friends, and we were all doing well. So far.
He got along with Tamaki, who was my roommate's cat, and ended up getting into a tiff with my girlfriend's cat Mila, but soon they all got along very well. He often cuddled up to Mila and found himself in predicaments where he was stuck in boxes that she would lead him to, and fell in love with the idea of hiding in boxes.
And then he met our puppy, who we got only a short month after we got him. Somehow, they managed to get along, and turned out to be best friends--which surprised me. Bae loved everyone and everything that came into the house, even if they didn't love him back. He especially became attached to my friend who really disliked cat...but I'm sure that he won her over after a while.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 12:19 pm
It was only a few short months later than he started to get sick. His health went up and down for a long period of time, from ringworm from our new kitten Sapporo in the house, to scares of colds and everything else.
Around June was when he got a nasty sickness that made us all question what was going to happen. It turned out to just be an illness of the eyes and ringworm, but he wasn't doing well. It took a long of scrapes and gashes on my hand to get him better, but he was soon happy and healthy all over again--at least, that's what we thought.
July hit and everything went to s**t. Between my roommate letting Bae out of the house and showing no remorse for his disappearance, I was kicked out of my home by the same one who let Bae out, and was forced to leave for a while. Bae was found by my girlfriend and friend, thankfully, and I quickly took him away from that hellhole that we'd all lived in for nearly eight months.
Bae had had to deal with drunkards, loud noise, chaos and days without food because of my absence at the townhome for a week, so I refused to leave him behind. I brought him an hour and a half up to Fort Collins colorado, and left him with a close friend of mine who was babysitting another cat...I'd see him in a month, when we got a new apartment, but not in the way that I wanted.
It was sometime in August that I heard that he was beginning to lose weight. I thought nothing of it, he'd traveled from home to home throughout the eight months that we had him, so he was probably stressed and I wasn't there to be his mommy like I usually was. I gave it time...until a week later.
August 31st was when I got the call. It was the day we were supposed to go up and pick him up to bring him to my parent's house, the night before we were moving into our new apartment and we'd have a steady home again.
I got the call around 6pm and was told that Bae had collapsed and was crying whenever someone tried to pick him up. I, of course, panicked...and drove the two hours up to Fort Collins to meet with my friend at the vet. Half way up, I get another call...they're going to have to put him to sleep.
Now, one thing you have to understand is that my animals are my babies. I would starve before my animals did, I would go sick as long as my animals got vet care, I would even give them up if it meant a happier life for them...but I would never, ever let them suffer if they were sick.
I asked them to stabilize him until I got there. It was a long hour until I got to the vet, and it was instant tears. They vet brought him in to me and he was all skin and bone, his skin was yellow and his eyes were glazed. he'd gotten food and liquids, so he was a little more awake, but it didn't take long with him off of the IV to begin to go down hill again.
I didn't prolong it at all. I held him for about twenty minutes and then had him put to sleep. Now, I dont like having to do that...but the surgery to save him was 1500$ and the vet bill was already 500+$, so I knew I couldn't afford it.
The disease that killed my baby was called FIP. He'd been born with the virus, and it mutated into something completely and utterly destructive. His condition went from perfectly fine to dying in just a matter of two weeks, and I wasn't there to see this and make sure he was happy and healthy...but of course, I refuse to blame myself. It just makes things hurt worse.
I'm getting his remains and a clay print of his paw--but I want his memory to live on further, into my daily life, no matter how much it hurts. I just want to remember him happy, healthy and alive, not the way he was the last time I got to see him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 12:23 pm
My Quest
Of course I'm questing pets of him, really from no specific shop. I want memories of him, and to show how amazing he was through roleplay and getting to know the character that I portray him as.
So here's a short list of where I want him, but again, no specific place:
Free Collars Kingdom
Pokeboys [Meowth/Persian]
Sands of War [Hound]
Shaoilin Woods [Lynx or Wolf]
Unlocked [Cat, of course]
Hart & Hind [Fuzzy deer]
Drydc Meva [Letter, customized cat]
Many others!
Help me on my quest to bring my baby's spirit back to life.
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